o-hooo~ catchy title. hehe... anyways... these are solely based upon my experiences and observations. you may or may not agree with them but i hope i can enlighten some of you in anyway. i've written some points on a piece of paper a week ago -but i lost it. so these are what i recall.
- if you see her anywhere you go, it's probably because of the so-called fate or that she wants you to think that it is
- she gives you gifts. even if the girl is very nice, some don't spend time giving -or making- a guy one. except when you're her close/best friend or someone REALLY close.
- when you talk to her -let's say inside a jeepney- she smiles even when she's not looking at you. the type that smiles even though there's nothing funny. it's coz of you, bro. haha
- she acts either extremely quiet or extremely hyper-active... just observe her when she's with her friends, you'd see the difference when you're around.
- she'd take classes in the same building you're in. if she can.
---- that's all i remember so far.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
tips for guys
just had a thought: guys should reallt start reading shoujo manga. there's lots of ideas there on how to woo a girl. girls are suckers for those things... hahahaha. the idea is to be as sweet as possible.
last mid-march incident
last friday, i was doing overtime to make up for all those hours lounging instead of making my thesis works. judy came and spend her whole afternoon talking to me while i worked. france was beside me.
eventually -it's even more of an inevitability than an eventuality- our topic became about you-know( well, some of YOU know). specifically, the moment from mid-march this year.
i can still recall the sound of judy's frustrated voice as she told france her side of THAT story (it slipped my mind that i only told france the first part of it).
well, judy kept on saying, "sayanga jud adto, kar. ni-ingon bya jud mi nga nagcge syag lingi nimo. as in, tutuk jud cya! sayanga jud! aaaggghhhh... ngano wa man ka ni lingi?" (it was really a missed chance. we told you that he was staring at you the whole time. aaaggghhhh... why didn't you turn around?) or something like that.
the answer to her question: i was scared. as bella said,"i make the cowardly lion look like the terminator." well said. i'm exactly like that. it's only in my head that i can live through killing those annoying people. >:3
i have long forgotten about the what-ifs of that day. it's only now that i'm reminded. don't get me wrong, i'm not trying to forget; i just don't want to remember. it's just a reminder that i was given the chance to finally do something; openly offered. OPENLY. yet, i was stubborn, and afraid, to look back. literally.
there's never a day that i would wonder what would have happened if i did look back. but... it's my fault so i shouldn't dwell on it too much. it's my fault. my fault... sorry
eventually -it's even more of an inevitability than an eventuality- our topic became about you-know( well, some of YOU know). specifically, the moment from mid-march this year.
i can still recall the sound of judy's frustrated voice as she told france her side of THAT story (it slipped my mind that i only told france the first part of it).
well, judy kept on saying, "sayanga jud adto, kar. ni-ingon bya jud mi nga nagcge syag lingi nimo. as in, tutuk jud cya! sayanga jud! aaaggghhhh... ngano wa man ka ni lingi?" (it was really a missed chance. we told you that he was staring at you the whole time. aaaggghhhh... why didn't you turn around?) or something like that.
the answer to her question: i was scared. as bella said,"i make the cowardly lion look like the terminator." well said. i'm exactly like that. it's only in my head that i can live through killing those annoying people. >:3
i have long forgotten about the what-ifs of that day. it's only now that i'm reminded. don't get me wrong, i'm not trying to forget; i just don't want to remember. it's just a reminder that i was given the chance to finally do something; openly offered. OPENLY. yet, i was stubborn, and afraid, to look back. literally.
there's never a day that i would wonder what would have happened if i did look back. but... it's my fault so i shouldn't dwell on it too much. it's my fault. my fault... sorry
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
*evil*
it's funny what people think i might do when they piss me off.. haha
last Wednesday it really occurred to me that they ARE intimidated by me. i was sanding my 3x4 box frame so i can finally start with my artworks. i was already in a bad mood (i banged my head hard in the jeepney earlier, hence the bump) and i was already racing against time.
while i was doing my sanding, my classmates did what they do best: make unnecessary loud noises.
usually, i get a bit irritated but don't pay any attention to them. but this time, i was on the verge of throwing what i was holding in my hand at them. i hesitated a fracture of a millisecond and just decided to just glare at them a bit. a TINY bit -didn't reach half a second.
what do you know, it shut them up pretty quickly. *evil laugh*
after that, there was silence. until after lunch, that is.
in a way, it's a good thing that they are intimidated by me. at least they won't annoy me as much as they do the others.
last Wednesday it really occurred to me that they ARE intimidated by me. i was sanding my 3x4 box frame so i can finally start with my artworks. i was already in a bad mood (i banged my head hard in the jeepney earlier, hence the bump) and i was already racing against time.
while i was doing my sanding, my classmates did what they do best: make unnecessary loud noises.
usually, i get a bit irritated but don't pay any attention to them. but this time, i was on the verge of throwing what i was holding in my hand at them. i hesitated a fracture of a millisecond and just decided to just glare at them a bit. a TINY bit -didn't reach half a second.
what do you know, it shut them up pretty quickly. *evil laugh*
after that, there was silence. until after lunch, that is.
in a way, it's a good thing that they are intimidated by me. at least they won't annoy me as much as they do the others.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
my melancholy
i'll start this tale like most; with a single character. i'll make it a girl(duh!) and call her Lin.
Lin likes puzzles so much that she'll make them for others. ask her a secret and she'd willingly divulge it. the catch is, she'd turn it into a kind of riddle that you might as well give up trying to solve it.
one time, she was sitting on a bench. it doesn't matter where and what kind of bench it is -it's a bench. she was sitting there doing something when someone called out to her, "Lin-seed" -yeah, like the one used in oil-painting.
she was surprised to see him but at times expected so. sometimes he is there, sometimes he's not. that's why Lin often sits there to find that tiny chance.
he smilingly sat beside her. she, in turn, smiled back. it had been so long since they last sat side by side. like there's nowhere else to sit.
"long time no see," he broke the silence.
"yeah, why're you here anyway?" she said in a too-casual tone.
"the same reason you are."
"and how'd you know what my reason is?" she tell that he's answer would be, "co'z i'm psychic."
and so he did.
"that's because i'm psychic."
he likes giving her a hard time with his own kind of cryptic riddles. she could only guess what he's going to say - but it's harder to know if he meant what he said or not.
"so, what are you doing here?" he said.
"i thought you knew," she rebuked. but she answered nonetheless, "i'm waiting for a miracle to happen." those times she spent sitting on that bench gave her that ready answer.
"and what would that be?"
there was a brief pause.
"that a friend might decide to fall," she said almost in whispers.
and then another, much longer, pause.
"for you?" he said.
this was unexpected. Lin didn't answer.
"how'd you know that THAT hadn't happen yet?"
she raised her head to look at him without his usual impish grin, but found a solemn smile in its place.
puzzle solved.
Lin likes puzzles so much that she'll make them for others. ask her a secret and she'd willingly divulge it. the catch is, she'd turn it into a kind of riddle that you might as well give up trying to solve it.
one time, she was sitting on a bench. it doesn't matter where and what kind of bench it is -it's a bench. she was sitting there doing something when someone called out to her, "Lin-seed" -yeah, like the one used in oil-painting.
she was surprised to see him but at times expected so. sometimes he is there, sometimes he's not. that's why Lin often sits there to find that tiny chance.
he smilingly sat beside her. she, in turn, smiled back. it had been so long since they last sat side by side. like there's nowhere else to sit.
"long time no see," he broke the silence.
"yeah, why're you here anyway?" she said in a too-casual tone.
"the same reason you are."
"and how'd you know what my reason is?" she tell that he's answer would be, "co'z i'm psychic."
and so he did.
"that's because i'm psychic."
he likes giving her a hard time with his own kind of cryptic riddles. she could only guess what he's going to say - but it's harder to know if he meant what he said or not.
"so, what are you doing here?" he said.
"i thought you knew," she rebuked. but she answered nonetheless, "i'm waiting for a miracle to happen." those times she spent sitting on that bench gave her that ready answer.
"and what would that be?"
there was a brief pause.
"that a friend might decide to fall," she said almost in whispers.
and then another, much longer, pause.
"for you?" he said.
this was unexpected. Lin didn't answer.
"how'd you know that THAT hadn't happen yet?"
she raised her head to look at him without his usual impish grin, but found a solemn smile in its place.
puzzle solved.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
the tears of a lonely book
this is inspired by Karissa's blog entry:
in a certain book and school supplies store in a certain mall, there lay in wait a thick book that no one understands.
everyday, it'll wait patiently for someone to finally pick it up. days passed. at some point during its wait, it saw a young boy who often stood in front of it; reading the titles of the books near it. it hoped that he'll be the one. for 2 years straight, that boy went to the bookshop and browsed the titles again and again. after that he never came back to that part of the store again.
the book only saw glimpses of that boy. only glimpses.
the book thought that it'll never again feel hope.
all seemed lost.
the book got transferred to another part of the store a year later. it met new books there and never the ones it was once with. the book felt lonely.
when will i get over this hopelessness? it often find itself asking.
as if answered, a smiling little boy, a bit younger than the first, came and looked through the shelves. his eyes stopped on the book and a smile appeared wider than ever.
the book wanted to smile at the little boy, if only he could see it.
the boy flipped the first page and started reading.
imagine! someone was reading the book! it could have died away of happiness. if only it could.
"Ran," an older man called out from the counter, "you're going to be late. put that book down."
with that, the little boy named Ran placed the book carefully back to its place.
"i'll come back later," the boy told the man.
he'll come back and read me again. the book thought hopefully. if only Ran could know how that meant for the book.
but there was a little pang of sadness that welled inside the thick book: what if he won't come back?
the boy did come back the next day and the day after that. the book was so happy. the boy kept on reading the book: there were moments that the boy would laugh so hard and there were times that his eyes showed concern and sympathy.
please buy me. the book thought as the boy read nearly half of the book. if only it could reach the boy's ears.
"so," the owner of the store approached him,"did you find the book you wanted?"
Ran smiled that most innocent smile, "yes, i did."
finally, he's going to buy me!
"okay," the owner went back to the counter, "bring it here so that i can wrap it for you."
with that, Ran closed the book with a smile.
the book could have cried of happiness. finally, someone understands.
but the book was puzzled when the little boy placed the book back to the shelf and took the one beside it towards the counter.
the book could have been heart-broken if it had a heart. it could have jumped off the shelf if only it had a life to waste.
it was only wishful thinking that someone would understand, enjoy and, probably later, buy the book. the lonely book titled, "if only i could".
in a certain book and school supplies store in a certain mall, there lay in wait a thick book that no one understands.
everyday, it'll wait patiently for someone to finally pick it up. days passed. at some point during its wait, it saw a young boy who often stood in front of it; reading the titles of the books near it. it hoped that he'll be the one. for 2 years straight, that boy went to the bookshop and browsed the titles again and again. after that he never came back to that part of the store again.
the book only saw glimpses of that boy. only glimpses.
the book thought that it'll never again feel hope.
all seemed lost.
the book got transferred to another part of the store a year later. it met new books there and never the ones it was once with. the book felt lonely.
when will i get over this hopelessness? it often find itself asking.
as if answered, a smiling little boy, a bit younger than the first, came and looked through the shelves. his eyes stopped on the book and a smile appeared wider than ever.
the book wanted to smile at the little boy, if only he could see it.
the boy flipped the first page and started reading.
imagine! someone was reading the book! it could have died away of happiness. if only it could.
"Ran," an older man called out from the counter, "you're going to be late. put that book down."
with that, the little boy named Ran placed the book carefully back to its place.
"i'll come back later," the boy told the man.
he'll come back and read me again. the book thought hopefully. if only Ran could know how that meant for the book.
but there was a little pang of sadness that welled inside the thick book: what if he won't come back?
the boy did come back the next day and the day after that. the book was so happy. the boy kept on reading the book: there were moments that the boy would laugh so hard and there were times that his eyes showed concern and sympathy.
please buy me. the book thought as the boy read nearly half of the book. if only it could reach the boy's ears.
"so," the owner of the store approached him,"did you find the book you wanted?"
Ran smiled that most innocent smile, "yes, i did."
finally, he's going to buy me!
"okay," the owner went back to the counter, "bring it here so that i can wrap it for you."
with that, Ran closed the book with a smile.
the book could have cried of happiness. finally, someone understands.
but the book was puzzled when the little boy placed the book back to the shelf and took the one beside it towards the counter.
the book could have been heart-broken if it had a heart. it could have jumped off the shelf if only it had a life to waste.
it was only wishful thinking that someone would understand, enjoy and, probably later, buy the book. the lonely book titled, "if only i could".
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